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Yet another LD that happened earlier. Just so I don't have to type this out every time ALL OF MY DJ ENTRIES FROM NOW UNTIL WHEN I SAY THEY ARE UP TO DATE ARE PAST EXPERIENCES.

I was at my middle school and my school ball team had finished practice. We were all sitting on the bleachers and talking. My coach told me and a few others that we needed to fill in for the school's flag football team. (IWL we didn't have a flag football team) I wasn't looking forward to having to play with a bunch of girls. A lot of spectators were in the stands. Two of my friends were having a dunk contest. One of them jumped and landed on the rim and fell down. Someone said, "That had to hurt."

I jumped and tried to touch the rim but barely got a few inches off the ground. Everyone laughed at me. I laughed too but I also felt bad. I tried to cross some of my teammates over, but the ball kept on flying away from me. Then the bell rang and we headed off to class. One of my teammates was mad and I jokingly told another kid to watch out for him.

When I got to my locker, I couldn't open it and couldn't get any papers organized. I wasn't functioning properly and was worried my teacher would be mad at me for being late. A kid in a wheelchair came to help me, then I forgot something at home so I went back there. On the clock at school, it had indicated there were five minutes left until class.

In my room, I turned off the light and I heard a narrator's voice, like he was reading a book about me. Then I am tying my shoes and keep messing up. My brother walks in and says something. There is a friend with him. I ask, "So is this a dream?" My brother just ignores me. I thought back to all the times I wasn't functioning properly, and I realized it indeed was a dream. I didn't need to do any RC's. I remembered to slow down and stabilize. I walked outside and touched the truck in my driveway. Then I moved to the back of the truck and read some words on it, they came into focus. After that, I rubbed my hands together and shouted, "Clarity now!" It was dark before but I wanted it to be light and the second I thought that it was dawn. I walked down the street and noticed the neighbor kids riding bikes. I tried floating, which didn't work. Then I imagined the ground shot jets of air up and...it worked! I imagined my feet shot air instead, thinking it would be easier, but that didn't work either. After floating a few times, I got bored and tried to bound down the street jumping really far. I failed at that too. I thought drinking a magic potion might help so I searched my pockets, nothing was there except two quarters.

Something chased me and I tried leaping away, but it was faster and ran in front of me, blocking any escape. The thing was like a dog except it was red and on fire. It's face looked...evil. I imagined I had a sword and I charged. That failed because my sword didn't appear, so I ran right past it. I picked up a stick and started attacking with that. The battle then took place in a 2d video game on the computer. I kept accidentally opening new windows and messing up. I ended up losing. I was then downstairs in my living room and my parents were talking to my brother about me.

(moved from Dream Interpretation forum)

So this is my first dream post, and it happened naturally last night without any attempt to dream lucidly.

I felt like I was on a vacation, passing through a series of futuristic-looking airports en route to what I believed to be one of the lesser-known Hawaiian Islands (think Molokai, but this one was distinct and I remember it NOT being Molokai, because I've been to Molokai in real life). I arrive and am marveled by the beauty of the island. I'm taking everything in, and suddenly, I notice a cloud forming a funnel, and it takes form really fast and gains speed quickly, touching down to the water. There's a panic feeling, but also a tremendous feeling of awe. I continue observing from the land by the water, and suddenly fire bursts out of the water and flows up the funnel cloud. The funnel cloud is absolutely massive, and being not too far off from it on shore, the heat from the flame was palpable. It gave me a slight feeling of doom, but I also felt a calmness in that this may just be my time to die, and I was okay with that, although I wasn't too excited at the possibility of burning alive from the flames. As the heat gets more intense, I feel a neutrality come over me about the whole thing, as if I'm observing from a neutral perspective an event so awesome, instead of feeling the panic of doom one would expect.

Suddenly the fire starts to break, and what reveals itself blows me away: a HUGE rocket launching out of the water and fire cloud. I mean HUGE, like larger than any NASA rocket I've seen photos of. It was a single rocket with a needle on top, like some of the ones you see being launched by SpaceEx now, but it was distinctly military (did I mention it was HUGE?). I see the rocket launching out into space where it seems to be arriving to another space object -- I remember thinking it was a russian missile or satellite of some kind, thinking this rocket out of the water was being shot up to stop it from attacking the US. That was just my perception, and I don't recall a lot of detail of the other object other than I remember feeling in awe as I saw the rocket from the water shoot up to what appeared to be an epic battle between these two forces in the sky.

I woke up feeling mixed feelings. I felt a sense of fright about the rocket and the fire experience, thinking I was going to die. I also felt extremely perplexed as to what this means for me.

As for real life details that may be pertinent: I've been on a spiritual journey the last 4 years and have grown tremendously. I'm in my mid twenties and have gone through many changes over the last couple of years, to the point where I don't have many friends any more, and I feel like I've outgrown everyone I know. I feel as thought I'm in-between major life cycles, with a new one to begin shortly. I'm living with my dad and have been for a couple of years. I had a growing business that fell apart totally in the last 2 years, to where I'm making enough money every month (from the remains of that old business) to basically pay my bills and nothing more. Every time I think of actions to take or try to make plans about my future, I get a strong red light (STOP) in my gut. My intuition is telling me to be patient, and that's been the message for about a year now. I don't know what's ahead of me, but with the transformation I've undergone over the past couple of years being in the limbo-state, I feel like I may be onto something big. I often feel like my big break is coming, I just don't know what it will look like at all. So I feel as though I'm passing the time, making the best of things, while things take shape. Overall I feel really good every day and better all of the time. I'm making progress, spiritually and developmentally, at what seem to be incredibly fast rates. The uncertainty of my future is really what gets me out of alignment from time to time, but overall I basically am happier than anyone I know.

So that's what I've got….would love to hear anyone's thoughts. Feel free to ask if you have a specific question of more detail.


Thanks!

This was another one of my lucids that I had back at the beginning of my journey. I'm just trying to catch my Dream Views DJ up to date
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I was taken prisoner to a large garage type prison camp. I had stolen the key off the guard right when I was taken inside. The doors were like large orange garage doors, and some were like P.E. lockers. I would use the key to escape with my friends, but there was no time to free any of the other prisoners. This repeated a couple of times. On the last time, I was spider man. In the cell, the warden brought out a crane and used it on us to show us it's power. It was supposed to keep us inside. I used my Spidey powers and crawled on top of it to the other side. Then I walked over to the secretary and try to silence him so we can esape. All of a sudden, very randomly, I am lucid. I try to shoot a web at his mouth...nothing happens. So I say "web" and it shoots. I hit him in the eyes first, then the mouth. In the dream, I tell myself that if I practice that, I'll be able to say it non-verbally soon.

Outside I try shooting a web at a tree to swing on it. (I am trying to get to Hyrule Castle I think) I imagine the web oming out of my hand and attaching to the tree. The dream fades black. I know I'm awake, but I'm still trying to hold onto the dream. I end up losing the struggle and my eyes open. (I think the dream faded because I focused too hard on shooting the web)

19.09.2014

Overcharging my body for Astral Projection. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM Astral Separation Attempt Astral

Well, this was a weird experience.

Yesterday around 2am I decided to astral travel. I wanted to project, but I wanted to super charge my astral body to be able to go as high and farther as possible. I could hear a slight buzzing on my ears (usual thing) and I focused instead of just coming out, to concentrate the energy and focus all the energy around my entire body. The buzzing got so loud, that it was as intense as if I had huge speakers. I could not hear other noise around, and there was plenty of background noise from cars, etc.

From here, my body got completely paralyzed (I am familiar with it of course, completely normal) and then is when I wanted to go out, but then, the energy was so intense that my entire hands were hurting me huge time… not just the fingers, but the entire hands, both of them.

I had to break the trance because due the pain I was not going to be able to come out, and actually took me a while to be able to move my body again, so it could have been a super awesome projection because I had more energy than ever.


Could it be so much energy that my dense body could not tolerate it? What are your thoughts? I think this is what happened!

19.09.2014

Lucid Chocolates (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of campus and I was sharing with some of the students how to lucid dream and all the advice I could give them about that topic.

After the class, I went outside and sat on some stone-made picnic table and someone approached at me and informed me he had develop a new product that would help to lucid dream. He handed me a box of chocolates that aid lucid dreaming. I could read on the box:

"Blocks up to 100 subconscious thoughts preventing lucid dream."

It looked something like this:







The box was priced for $28.99 and I felt it was a bargain.

My grandma was in the dream as well as Narayan (a hindu guy who owns a Buddhist store that I used to be a Psychic Reader at.) They were moving the store to some place else.

I've spent the past few scenes in this huge house, and I'm currently walking through a door that I expect to take me back to a place I'd been in earlier in the dream - there's a character I'd intended to meet up with again. Instead, I find myself in a room I think of as resembling a sanatorium - there are long rows of beds on each side of the room, with a few curtains here and there for privacy. On each bed there's a woman in a hospital gown, writhing like she's in a bad demon possession horror flick.

I go lucid and try to remember if there are any lucid tasks I'd wanted to perform of the ask-a-DC variety - no, there aren't any. But I believe dialogue is the only lucid trick I can do right now. So I ask something of the various women and get short, boring answers - I don't remember what I asked or what those boring answers were. The last one I asked gave me a longer answer involving a reference to an earthworm - I noted her response as nonsensical but phrased poetically, which I thought of as a step up from the straightforward and boring responses from the others. I'm now mentally comparing them less to demon possession horror flicks and more to Greek spirits - Furies or such.

Towards the end of the row of hospital beds, there's a woman who's much older than the others. She objects to me - calls my behavior intrusive. She takes my hand in hers, saying this will help her see me - representing that this should be a two-way conversation, rather than just me one-sidedly questioning them. Closing her eyes for a moment, she asks what's blocking me. My first instinct is that she's referring to meditation, mysticism, that sort of thing. But since she didn't say so specifically, I go with a safe response: I talk about general life concerns. She cuts me off and clarifies that she was indeed asking about meditation and mysticism and such. I, sounding annoyed, say I was getting to that - which is a lie.

But we continued talking about general life concerns anyway - specifically career things. Everything we said on the subject sounded sensible (even after I woke up), and she pointed out a good solution that I disliked - I thought it sounded like more effort than it was worth. She quite reasonably laughed at me for that - for wanting a perfect solution to just come along without any effort.

A group of traveling weird people invited me to ride with them on their caravan and talked with me. They gave me a peanut butter powder and I told them that I hate peanut butter. After the ride was over they made really good food for me. Later, a man tried to kidnap me. In the dream a blind man wanted to marry me and he tried to kidnap me , and my brother Peter protected me from him we were running and the blind man was chasing me. I was wearing a green dress and looking in a mirror and running around and I found my mom and brother Peter and we were on an ice-covered lake and I did a double or single (I dont remember) toe loop jump I was wearing ice skates (I want to be a figure skater) and almost bumped into someone, and then when we went off the ice Peter was gone so we (me and my mom) were looking for him, and it turned out he was under some rocks or logs and he was sopping wet and drowning, and I wanted to help him get out but then the dream morphed to a place where I was wearing a bra that was way to small on me and asking my mom for the dress that I was wearing earlier. There was a lot of weird things going on good and bad, but I forgot them, so I'll let go of this dream it was both good and bad I woke up from it at 5:20 am.

Later I had a dream that I was at a gymnastics class the teacher was spotting me doing back handsprings and front handsprings but we were in water. After I got out of the water I looked for the big mat that my martial arts school has and when I couldnt find it someone said that someone took it to their house for the summer, so I did front handsprings and back handsprings without a spotter, but at one point I was frozen and couldnt do a back handspring, but I could do a front handspring (usually I can only do them with a spotter, I have only had 2 gymnastics classes).

Morning of September 19, 2014. Friday.



In my dream, I am in a seemingly unknown building though of which has aspects as a possible composite that includes the Cubitis living room and our present home’s living area. At one point, there is some sort of telephone call or paging for me, but the call comes from some sort of intriguing larger coin-operated video game of the kind from the mid-1980s. This does not seem unusual to me. I press a button under the top front edge of it to take the call by way of a small hidden microphone and the (unrecognized and remaining unknown) caller’s voice comes from the speaker of the machine.

Supposedly, I am to do some sort of job which may relate to mowing and maintaining a public building. I had done work like this (with several others) in a previous dream at either a shopping mall or hospital (or both in being in the same area). There seems to be something else, though - something mysterious and possibly relating to another job regarding surveillance or detective work.

My voice sounds a bit unusual; not like mine, but like a fairly young boy’s (though not like I really sounded as a boy). In any case, the caller says that I sound like Steve Finch and for a time, thinks I am him. (I know of no one with this name in reality.)

Over time, I try to speak more “correctly”, though the caller still thinks I may be the other person. Oddly enough, I am supposedly the actor Bruce Willis. At least, I seem to think I am to some degree in my dream (without any seeming pretense). I explain that I have a “voice modulator” - so this is why I sound as I do. I tell him that I have forgotten how to turn it off.

We arrange some sort of meeting with a “guard” of some kind. Supposedly, this guard is a representative and “protector” of a certain type of dream environment in another location of the supraconscious as well as being some kind of judge of dream workers. Oddly though, I do not relate it to the fact that I may be dreaming at the time so I never become lucid. I am to meet her in another location, which is apparently like some sort of portal to other types of dream states. Even though I will be instantly killed if I do not meet with her approval, I do not seem to be worried by my state of mind relating to the unexplained and dreaming itself due to my continuous and validated experiences with remote-viewing and precognition since earliest memory.

There is soon another person who explains this to me; an older unknown female on my left. We walk to an area near a small wooden fence where the “guard” is to judge me. One section of the fence is broken, but that does not seem ominous in any way. As this unknown female approaches, I maintain a very precise and clear open and honest perspective, wanting to express all of myself with full sincerity to “automatically” avoid my potential destruction (in short, by just “being me”). She towers over me - over twice my height (not as a giant, but as I am now seemingly of a child’s perception with an amazingly clear memory and orientation of when I was that size). She seems almost like a bag lady at this point. (She also reminds me somewhat in afterthought of the crossing guard from when I lived on Rose Street at age five.) She soon approves of me, allowing me to live and to continue dreaming, this being because of my lifelong connection to the unexplained and my sincere interest in the mysteries and meanings of dreams, it seems.

Before she leaves, I ask her about how precognition works. I ask if it is related to “threads”, like individual threads of a spider web, from both the potential future, and the “threads” of prior thought and memory simultaneously aligning in the present (in the sense of a fractal equation balancing out) - in other words, the human mind as a “spider” picking up the subtle “vibrations” in distant parts of the “spiderweb” or the event horizon of the theoretical future. I probably do not clearly explain myself as she shakes her head “no” in a very subtle way (but does not at all seem displeased) before walking off as my dream slowly loses cohesion. It may be that she did this to express that she did not have the time to answer any of my questions regardless of what they were.

Dream - Lucid

I was in some video game when I became lucid. The lucidity lasted for a bit, but all I can remember from it was asking a Nicholas Cage,
"Tell me who you really are!"
He looked at me with a straight face, and responded with something like
"You don't want to know."
We talked some more, but I started to feel like I was talking out loud in my sleep.

I then woke up in another dream, laying on a pull-out couch. I asked whoever else was there, I think it was my brother, if I had been talking in my sleep. He said he didn't hear anything.

~

I was at work in the bakery, but, as usual, it looked nothing like the bakery does IWL. We were by a checkout counter. Someone asked me if I would mix the dough. I told them no, I wouldn't, it was too scary. The reason I said that it was scary was because when someone went to mix the dough, they had to go to a different part of the store. They had to travel through dark, creepy, cave/maze-like areas with enemies that would shoot you. You had to be armed and shoot them before they killed you. It was kind of like Doom/Goldeneye 64. The area where you mixed was also threatened by enemies. I told them that last time I did it, I was sitting down, trying not to fall asleep with my shotgun because enemies kept coming. I "remembered" this happening. I didn't want to go through that again. I preferred the safety of the bakery. There was a guy there who had been doing it every day. He held his own pretty well and was much more of an expert on it than me.

My manager then tried to toss me some frozen dough to take to the mixer. I don't remember what I did or said.

I then was really close to an enemy, an archer who slightly resembled King Graham from the Kings Quest games. His back was turned to me. I was trying to sneak up on him and throw him in the lava. I was being quiet, until I made a small noise. He heard it and turned around. We fought a little, but I don't remember much about it.

I then was going through the dark area for some reason. I had the guy in front of me who went all the time. I was shooting at enemies with a laser. I then started to get shot at, and my laser stopped working, so I turned around and ran the other way to get out of the enemy's sight. I looked down at my laser, and it was a Wiimote. When I'd fire it with the A button, the light on the Wiimote would turn red, signaling to me that I was too far away from a Wii for it to work. As I was turning a corner, a bullet grazed me, and it really hurt! That too was part of the reason I didn't like doing the dough; it hurt when you got hit, though if you died, you'd respawn.

I then saw this open part of the maze to the dough. It was very dark there. There were people there with different colored lights all down the middle of the room to direct us where to go. They also had to defend themselves from the enemies. I saw a top view of this room, and then I was at the beginning of the room. I didn't go to far into the room. I also saw, at some point, a view of a room from some stairs.

I then was at the checkout again. Someone came and asked if they had different dough runners, and they said yes. I then saw a shelf with bowls of dough on it for each day of the week, each with a different name on it. I really hoped my name wasn't up there. I looked, and didn't see it. I was, for some reason, a little disappointed, even though I didn't really want to do it.

~

I was at what was supposed to be my house, but it looked nothing like it. I kept thinking about the weed I had from a while ago that was in the top drawer of this white three drawer organizer I have. I kept thinking about when I was going to smoke it. I was then in my room, which looked like the room of my first apartment. I opened the drawer, and the bag was in there with some weed in it. I "remembered" when I bought it. I had recently smoked, maybe a few weeks prior, so my sobriety was already blown. I didn't want to smoke it inside though because it would smell like weed, and my roommates might not appreciate it. I then thought about how this woman who was living there, an older woman, liked weed, and wondered if I should ask her to smoke with me. She was there currently, the only other one home but me. I didn't ask her.

I then briefly woke up, still half in the dream world, thinking that I didn't really have any leftover weed. As I eased back into the dream world, I thought that of course I did. I went and checked again, and there it was.

Then, there was this tall, young black man in our kitchen. He had a Jamaican accent. He was yelling at us about something that we did wrong. It had something to do with work. He was mostly getting mad at two of my roommates who weren't there currently. He was yelling more and more, when finally, I had had enough and chimed in.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!"
I continued to yell at him, saying other things, throwing around a lot of profanities. He kept yelling also. There was one point where I was standing on a chair in front of him. I grabbed his face in my hands, which somehow corresponded to a TV screen, like this was being recorded or something, and told him that the roommates (who were an FFX character, Lulu, and someone I knew it college) were my friends, and he needed to leave them alone. The chair almost fell backwards at one point. I figured I'd probably get in trouble for this, but I didn't care; this guy was insulting people I loved. I also kept thinking that now since I was so mad I was definitely gonna smoke that weed that day.

The guy turned around and left, and I was now in the kitchen with Adam, the guy from college who was apparently my roommate, and one of the people the Jamaican man was yelling about. He was doing something by the stove. He was wearing a glittery brown plaid hat. I told him what happened. I then told him I loved his hat.
"It's so..." I started to say, when he interrupted and said
"Gay?" (IWL he is gay)
"You just wear it well!" I said.
"Thank you," he said.

~

It's interesting how after not smoking for almost two years I am still having these dreams about smoking. I guess it was such a huge influence in my life for so long, and well, it's an addiction that I've been battling for 5 years now. I guess the dreams just come with the territory.

9/19/14

Last nite, bed 8pm - 4:30am

DR 1:30am

I am in a building and a nearby volcano is exploding. We see lava and black lahar cloud getting closer. Lots of smoke, fire, chaos. We are trying to grab our things and get out. I don't really feel the urgency or danger.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #238: Patronus Interruptus

I'm standing in a busy hotel lobby thinking about how I need a mini-USB cable to charge my phone. I reach down and dig one out of my backpack but realize that I’ve actually just stolen it from this other guy crouched nearby. “Sorry about that, dude!” I say, clapping him on the back. He turns to me and smiles politely. He’s an Indian guy and I recognize him as a random guy from the shopping area where I met Wife for lunch earlier in the week. I realize that I’m dreaming.

I’m excited to be lucid and the overreaction starts pulling me out of the dream and into the void. I rub my hands together, determined not to lose the dream. My hands feel stiff and oddly angled and I start tumbling forward over and over. I keep at it, though, saying something like, “I am having this lucid dream!”

After a bit of a fight, the scene resolves itself into a room on the second story house with two windows. I move toward the first window, attempting to phase, but the window feels stiff and resistant. I move to the other window and attempt it again, once again having trouble. This irritates me and makes me stubborn, so I head right for the wall this time instead, saying out loud that “There’s nothing there, you know.” I cut cleanly through the wall this time and float down to the front yard.

I remember my intent to summon Dreamer and say, “[Dreamer], yeah, you’re just… you’re right over there!” and gesture at the front entrance of the house. Dreamer steps out from the shadow of the front entrance. She looks like herself apart from her hair being pink rather than purple. She’s wearing a purple jumper that looks like fleece.

We approach one another and I realize that something seems off about her personality. She seems not to have much personality at all yet but I feel relaxed about this and that if we keep talking she’ll get set right. I give her a peck on the bridge of her nose and she reacts with surprise, smiles, and runs off down the street. I jog along behind her, and start telling her about her appearance in a previous non-lucid from that night. “Hey, in this last dream, you’d written a book!”

Dreamer stops. The area we’re in looks abandoned and urban. Now she has a huge smile on her face and seems like herself. “Tell me about this book!”

“Oh, I almost forgot!” I say, and give her a hug. It’s nice and I remember how she used thoughts of our friendship to produce her patronus. I also remember her words of “encouragement” a few nights ago for my own patronus attempt:

“I wonder if your patronus will be a giant turd!”

Chuckling a little, I extend my left hand out while continuing the hug with my right arm. Dreamer and I are both watching my outstretched fingers with anticipation but when I try to shout, “Expecto patronum!” I do a choking gurgle instead. I get antsy and lose the dream.

I am taking part in a scientific study that looks at how to prevent another 9/11 type attack. They are researching building materials that can resist aircraft crashing into them.
The test takes place on a flat, tropical island that is mostly an open, grassy plain. There is a small base in one corner of the island and there are mock skyscraper frames, two of them nonetheless erected in the center.
And I am to pilot two defective military UAVs into the towers, one into each tower, just like 9/11. I remember it being like some sort of video game, where I was controlling the UAV in third person. On my first pass, I actually missed, so I came around and stalled the aircraft above the tower coming down on top. The test was still conclusive and the scientists said the material seemed strong enough. They wanted me to fly another aircraft into the other tower though.
I lined up the aircraft and gunned the engine full throttle wanting to put these materials to the test. I hit the tower hard enough that I managed to bend a few of the supports.
The scientist appreciated that I did the second test at a different speed. He said that he had gotten some good data.

FA. My roomie (we'll call him D) says there has been a snowstorm. Three inches of snow. All classes cancelled. I look out the window and see that he is correct.
I drive home from college on weekends, so I may as well drive home now. D says the storm is going to continue all the way to sunday. I tell him that If I don't leave now, conditions are only going to get worse. I get my keys and start to leave.

00:00 Friday 2014-09-19

01:17 bedtime too late! argh!

I initially woke with no dream memories at all (oh darn, a no recall night!?), but with patient probing I recalled all this:

+ I'm on a road trip, I'm looking at a map I'm trying to read the road names and figure out where they go, this is a long trip it's important to stop for gas at the station on the map before you enter the mountains. Stopped at a gas station, I see some guys are getting in a car joking and laughing and they say "Hey, Mexico is just over that wall there!" I chuckle to myself and know this is wrong, we haven't even left the city yet in order to reach the last gas station on the map. Then I start doubting, and wonder if we could have reached this spot already, we get in our car and drive to turn around, there's a large hole in the ground (dream sign) and I say to be careful and avoid it, we turn around and stop near the entrance, I get out and go in for directions, there are two guys in there and I spread out the map and am trying to find where we are on the map, and ask them to show me, one guy tells me about the mountain road (at first I'm afraid he'll tell me the road is closed and I have NO IDEA what to do if that is true), but he instead says that the road is maintained but is a bit windy, generally clear, I get the impression the road is in good shape but you must be careful. I also wonder what would happen is a large flood of water would whoosh over the road, would we all get soaked in the car?

+ observing a commercial for lip cold sore medication liquid: a girl is sitting behind a guy and leans forwards for a kiss. Then a picture of a girl applying the medication to her lip sore with the applicator stick, and something about "you can then touch the sore with your finger which activates the medication", then a close up of the guy/girl (slightly chubby college kids) making out deeply, I'm watching this commercial with my sister and feel a bit uncomfortable.

+(f) out front a building in a big city on the sidewalk, they're installing a mail slot in the wall(?) with my wife (?)

+ in a restaurant, observing, walking from table to table, appreciating the food there ("nice sizzling meat platter!"), I see several big meat platters, one guy blows me off, I get really mad, we'll fight?

+ I'm playing my instrument, skilful scales up and down, play a long high-A, some sounds are not right and someone criticizes me about this, I show that the problem is the low the G to B-flat trill key mechanism is stuck, I show this to a guy, I'm wiggling the proper key (4th finger of the right hand), and show that the mechanism moves but the key covering the hole that should open is stuck and not opening. After rehearsal I'm walking through the band and dodging a trombone player who's standing up, walking and still playing with his trombone held over his right shoulder.

dozing from around 7:30 to 9:something, I recall the above sequence and run it through my mind enough to survive through another dream.

Then I had a late morning WILD:

10:08

+ (lucid #65) I'm relaxing, trying to drift off to sleep, and see an image of a floormat on the ground, I know this is a dream and I try to stay calm and "sink into" the image. I become aware that I'm crouching down close to the floor, and think about standing up but feel it's not time yet to begin moving. I rub my hands and sit there for a short while, then stand up and start walking out to a back porch. I think immediately of goals: shall I retry fortune cookie? Patronus? No, lightsaber! Sensei! I pretend remember that my lightsaber is hanging from my utility belt and pull it up into my hands, nothing at first? I continue imagining the long tube, and I see if in my hands, it's slender, about 14 inches long, thinner than I thought, I look for the "on button" and just decide to pretend hitting it, I imagine a blue blade and I get one, I swing it around a lot and get a decent "vvvv" sound effect. Someone (Sensei?) shows up and ignites two lightsabers, so I must respond and I ignite the second side of my double-bladed lightsaber, I think the handle may be a bit short to fit both my hands and not to touch the blade. Then I'm flying up onto the roof of some house, I imagine a lightsaber is behind me on the ground, I don't see one. I'm walking inside this house and trying to figure out how to get out, I'm in a bedroom with a big bed with a white fluffy comforter, someone is sleeping there (my wife?), I open a window that opens into a little cluttered office room which has a bunch of stuff in front of the window to the outside so I can't go that way. Heading out of this room an alarm clock goes off and I quickly try to shut it off, whoever's in the bed is waking up. I go out on to the deck and prepare to fly, my dad's there, I tell him I'm going to fly to downtown. I launch up in the air and the view is amazing, and somewhat accurate of the view from the deck of my childhood home: city/trees descending down to the city below and the Bay and the city beyond the bay in the distance. I do a quick "flap" to get moving and remember superman-with-a-go-pro-style flying and I punch my first quickly forwards and I start moving. I'm looking and the landscape moving beneath me, I see some tall buildings in the distance. I fly over a football stadium where there's a game in progress and a bunch of players running around on the field. "Hi, football players!" I call out. I start thinking "hmmm, football game, there are probably college girls and CHEERleaders down there....no, just keep flying.....but CHEERLEADERS! So I gracefully bank to the left and down towards the ground, thinking that the girls will be astonished at this flying guy coming to meet them, I see a few cheerleaders and call out "hi!" and they call back "hi" and the dream fades.

I appear in a ice cream store and was signing up an application to apply for the job. That's when I walk out of the building to the parking lot with the folded envelop. That's when I was approach by a girl in a black hat. She ask me what was the envelop about? I told her I was applying for a better job. That's when this penguin started trying to snatch my envelop but I avoided all of his attempts. Aftert hat I stayed in the parking lot in till the sky was early morning. When it was morning I enter in the ice cream shop and open the manager office door. I said I brought in the envelop and finish the application then I proceeded in asking him what was my schedule? He look at me and said there is none. My face began to become confused. He ask me to follow him as we left the office to diner. He starts telling me the Ice cream business isn't doing good at all. I ask him how much does this entire business even have? He tells me 541 dollars is left. I was shock and told him I am surprise this place is still here. He then tells me one of his friends are planning on robbing a bank to help make it more stable. I ask him is he planning on going as well? He quickly responds with yea while putting his head down. That's when we both realize someone was listening in on us. It was a girl in a pink sweater, the manager begins to tell me that he always have to be careful about what he says as people can always hear through the walls. The girl insisted that she was not listening to us but the manager did not believe her. This made her angry as she starts slapping him all over his face. That's when I got up and left the ice cream shop. I began walking on the side walk while witnessing a group of boys beating up a person and then she hops in a trash can. I began scratching my head and went on the opposite garbage alley. I check the poor looking houses in till I felt like this place was familar to me.

I then recalled I once had a nightmare here. So I decided to lay down so I could prepare to wake myself up but it didn't work and then I started hearing gun shots everywhere. This body of another person was gun down by two mask army looking men. I then tried to turn off my system that usually switches the scene but it didn't work. I knew they were coming closer so I rush to my father door as it magically appeared. I open it and close the door while holding my hand there. I could tell my father was asleep. That's when the pressure of the two men were trying to open the door. I was still able to keep the door close despite their enormous strength. I started saying why are dream characters always this strong? But things were really about to get worse when this broccoli appeared. He had two eyes and a nose. He goes underneath the door and literally springs many leaves in to my face making it more than difficult for me to hold the door. I become angry and open the door, the two men instanely died and turn in to lizards before I could do anything to them. That's when the broccoli started playing dead as well. My grandmother came and started asking what am I doing up? But quickly told her I didn't care if I am awake or dreaming. I quickly kick the little broccoli demanding it wakes up but it didn't move. That's when I pick it up and told the broccoli I am going to make sure you die. I place him on the table and pulled a huge fork out telling the broccoli this is going to be the best broccoli I have eaten. That's when the broccoli eyes re appeared as it springs to life again and literally my arm with it's only stem and starts making me twist around. That's when I back off in to the left corner of the living room, telling it disgusted me. The broccoli grew much bigger than me in size now it's eyes seems very angry. That's when I started yelling at it for being unfair then I woke up. Lucidity time 2 minutes.

Had a dream I was down this road, it was surrounded on both sides by a lake, there were trees (some willow, others oak) in the water, especially at a far distance. The other side that I was facing away from had little islands that popped up and was more dense with trees and vegatation, like tall grass off the sides of the road (the side I was facing had a few inches of grass before going to water). The whole lake was very shallow, as the water was clear and I saw how far the trees went down into the water. I'm looking towards the distance thinking "this is beautiful", then I noticed to my left is this girl and her horse, she's not riding the horse, but I hear rustling behind us and I look and at first I see nothing, but then I notice a gargantuan alligator standing there half submerged in the vegetation. I run for it and it peruses me and her, she runs on foot and her horse is gone. I run for a good while and I notice the road stopped and now it's like a run down boardwalk, it's not elevated it's just place in the shallow water, some parts it isn't even there and I tread through water, but then I get stuck on one part of the boardwalk, forcefully, like I'm in quicksand. I don't panic too much because I've been running for so long I guessed the alligator was no longer after me, but I turned around to see he was about 5 yards away! The girl runs past me and before the gator gets me I leap straight up in the air, I go like 15 feet in the air. The Alligator runs below me and I'm like "crap, when I land he's gunna kill me" but then he ends up running after the girl, and when I land the dream ends, I don't think I woke up.